Then my mind's-eye gets to sinkin' into the ocean

we keep on doing this again and again
the same old things expecting something different

He feels her body tense under the motion of his hands — anticipation rather than anything else. And it’s reflected in the way the Heartless hides the smirk in the crook of her neck, withdrawing only when he’s sure she’s got the start of lovely marks down the column of her pale neck. Her hand grips his wrist, though, in the almost too hot touch, keeping him essentially pinned so she can grind against his fingers.

Twin storms meet dark lust filled eyes as her request leaves her and he can tell she’s already sufficiently warmed up and doing her damndest to make sure he is too whether or not she knows what she’s doing with the touch to his wings. So the Heartless swallows down the hum that wants to leave him, a purred and almost content sound escaping his throat as he pulls his hand away from her burning touch.

It frees his hand up enough to focus back on her legs, hoisting her up enough that when he lowers her — still grappled to the bed post — that he can sink into her tight heat with a divine sensation that has his cock throbbing nearly immediately with want and desire, with a growled out “fuck,” he groans, louder now for her ears as he wastes little time in picking a punishing pace that has the wood creaking with each snap of his hips.

but by now we know it's never gonna change
i'm not trying to complain, i'm just saying it's a waste